#harry-remus

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Harry doesn’t like what he sees when he steps off the train. Harry is about to take a gamble with a wolf, while at the same time fixing his own life. Can he do it? Can he make Remus see himself?

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Remus and Harry: Remus looking after baby harry, for anon

Once upon a time, there were four friends. Quite an unusual number really, unlike the Three Musketeers, or more appropriately, the Three Stooges. But they were an unusual bunch, so four suited them just right. Of course, like any other swashbuckling group, they had to have a name. And thus, the Marauders were born. Now, these four boys were as different as they could get. There was Peter, smaller and rounder than his companions, but his eyes were sharp, often picking up on details that most missed and helping their group get away by the skin of their teeth. Remus, on the other hand, was tall and lanky, and, as his friends often teased him, born to be a teacher, with a patient, kindly manner and an insatiable thirst for knowledge. Sirius, the third member of the group, was certainly the most unsettling of them four. His name alone earned him much notoriety from the moment he stepped into Hogwarts. As far as he tried to distance himself from the whole mad, bad line, there were hints of them in his grey eyes when he was angry, or in his swift and sudden movements when he was duelling. But his questionable sense of humour? That was all his. James, the last of their motley crew, was thin, but rather tall, and easily recognised by his wire-rimmed spectacles, mop of messy hair, and an ego the size of the Atlantic ocean. He was also, ironically, the only one who had left his days of bachelorhood behind and taken up the heavy mantle of marriage, to an especially pretty redhead, whom he still called Evans from time to time, and had a tiny little child, (or wrinkled raisin, as his father so flatteringly declared), that went by the name of Harry.

Ah. At last, we have arrived at the crux of our story; little baby Harry, with his father's face, hair, mischief, and his mother's bright green eyes and powerful lungs. An explosive combination, one could be sure. And a little too much for a young couple of twenty one to handle all the time. Naturally, they often enlisted the help of those other three miscreants, depending on who wasn't on duty and drunk, preferably not at the same time. This also ruled out Sirius in most contingency plans, and often, it fell to Remus to come to the rescue of the hapless couple. Tonight, it was no different. James and Lily both needed to catch up on some much needed sleep and since both Sirius and Peter were on their own missions, it was Remus who was lucky enough to be responsible for baby Harry. Alone in the living room with baby Harry, Remus sat down on the couch to stare at the child, looking straight at his piercing green eyes. Though Harry was still young, and his eyes not yet as sharp as his mother's, Remus still felt vaguely unnerved by the brilliant green, feeling as though the toddler could see through him.  As the hours passed, Remus noticed that it was clear that the child took after Lily in more than his eyes; he also had her quiet and contemplative nature. He laughed and bubbled, like any other child, but there was an almost preternatural stillness to Harry when Remus left him alone, in favour of observing him instead. Indeed, when he returned from hie latest errand of getting him a bottle of milk, he found Harry in the exact same position that he had left him in, plus a stuffed stag in his arms and a pensive expression on his face. It was sometimes said that before children could talk, they knew much more than they let on. Personally, Remus never subscribed to that, but Harry was beginning to change his perception of children. Or at least, that lasted for as long as thirty seconds, before Harry's innocent little face lit up in a sudden grin, and before he could even react, Remus had gotten a faceful of milk, spat out by this gigging little cretin right in front of him. As he was cleaning up the mess though, he was very sure of one thing; James and Lily were right in bringing this child into the world, regardless of how dangerous it was. And children were indeed a little piece of their parents' immortality; no matter what happened to his two dearest friends, there would always be Harry there to make sure that he never forgot them.